Headcanon: Lysandre’s Mega Ring was actually a promise ring Sycamore gave him. The promise was to help the world to a better future together.
Now Sycamore has possession of the ring post Team Flare climax, constantly reminding him that that promise was really empty.
- Prince Kathara: i have these black kinda like silk boxers and they feel so nice on my head
- Revolver Oshawott: also a set of boxers I nabbed from an ex
- Prince Herm: DUDE I HAD A PAIR OF BOXERS LIKE THAT ONE it was fucking great
- Hinata: why the fuck are you wearing boxers on your head
- Hinata: they go on ur butt
- Prince Herm: laughs
- Prince Kathara: nikki
- Prince Kathara: not that head
- Hinata: FUCK
- Hinata: BYE
- Prince Herm: I’M CRYING
- Hinata: BYE
- Hinata: BEYE
- Hinata: BYE
- Prince Herm: NIKKI WERE YOU BEING SERIOUS
- Prince Kathara: IM CACKLING
- Hinata: YES I WAS
- Prince Herm: I THOUGHT YOU WERE JOKING
- Prince Herm: I’M FUCKIG CRYING
- Hinata: I FORGOT THERE WERE TWO
Emilie Autumn, Thank God I’m Pretty (Opheliac, 2006)
I get to work the midnight XBox One release tonight. Ayyy.
Hydra, my three-headed corn snake
Everyone can see you, John Cena. Absolutely all of us can see you. Your presence is very imposing, it’s impossible to miss you.
God bless Tolkien.
Two households, both alike in dignity,
in Middle Earth, where we lay our scene
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal realms of these two foes
A pair of star-cross’d brothers make their life
Whose misadventure Sauron overthrows,
And with his death, end their people’s strife.
Their fearful passage, that shall death mark’d prove
And the continuance of their parents’ rage
Which but The One Ring’s end, naught could remove,
Is now, like, twelve hours’ traffic of our stage;
The which of you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
did you just rewrite shakespeare for lord of the rings and make it work better than the original
ENGLISH LITERATURE NERDGASM OF EPIC PROPORTION!
this thing is the best thing.
Actually I’m just going to get off my personal for the rest of the night bye
I thought I could handle this but it turns out I have nerves made of thinly frayed twine so I’m going to watch rooster teeth videos to prevent more of a panic attack I’m already having.
There’s an article up today at the Huffington post entitled "Transgender Day of Remembrance Reminds Society That Trans Lives Are Valuable". The article hits on a very important and sobering truth - the fact that our society simply does not view trans lives as valuable. It’s not a truth that we remember only once a year, however (we should be so lucky). For trans people, simply navigating through this society in which trans people are dehumanized and killed or commit suicide at staggering rates serves as a daily reminder.
Just in the past year, a hate group has bullied a transgender teenager to near suicide. Another trans teen was set on fire. A trans woman was beaten to death. A transgender woman’s body was found in a trash can in Detroit. Even after death, there is often no peace for victims, who are misgendered in the media or even at their own funerals, with no acknowledgement of who they were, or the life they led.
These are not aberrations. We’ve lost hundreds of transgender women to violence this year. Nearly 54% of all LGBTQI hate crime victims in 2012 were trans women, up 40% from the year before. According to the Transgender Murder Monitoring Project, once every 3 days a transgender woman is murdered somewhere in the world and accoding to the National Center for Transgender Equality, nearly 41% of all trans people have made a suicide attempt. Transgender people are widely and constantly dehumanized, even in mass market video games and television shows. People are perfectly willing to say that transgender people should be rounded up and put into camps on public social media accounts.
What we have on our hands is an epidemic. It’s nothing new, but the disease of transphobia, despite advances in equality and increasing visibility of trans individuals, remains rampant in our society.
As a student of archives, I have come to understand the function of remembering not only as a means of analyzing or clarifying the past (and for transgender people the past is rarely a place we would like to return to), but also for bringing the past out from the shadows to help us understand the present and to build the future that we want. If the future that we want to create will be one of less tragedy, then it is imperative that all people, cis and trans alike, work together meaningfully and remain diligent in striking at the scourge of transphobia wherever it may raise its ugly head. We must challenge the objectification that renders us as nothing more than objects for sexual consumption and disposal. We must denounce the “humor” that trivializes and stigmatizes our very existence.
As we do this sacred work, let us keep the memories of those who have come and gone before us fresh in our minds, so that those who come after us will never have to worry about suffering the same fate.